The Tweet Life
I like being reductive. It allows me to pare any given situation or personality into a handful of quickly assessable elements. Slashing the fat...
That Silverleaf Chill
I can’t say I’ve ever been a big fan of cigars, but it’s not because there is something inherently bothersome about them to me....
Kent & Co. Fires on All Cylinders
Back in May, I made a point to belittle Kent & Co. Wines. At the time, Frank Kent Motors was wrapping up construction of...
A Landmark Game
I am not really a gamer, but I will forever be susceptible to the pixilated flicker of an ancient CRT screen’s silent exhortation to...
O’Shea’s: Tubular
I admit it. I’ve written far too much about Applebee’s in this space, enough to make the casual observer suspect that for all the...
Tappin’ that Brass
Let’s take a second to recognize and enjoy something going on in this town right now: We are in the midst of a craft...
Fins and Fun at Coyote Drive-In
If I had to pick the funniest thing I saw at the Jimmy Buffett concert at Coyote Drive-In last Thursday, I’d say nothing beat...
Hurricane Hooters
I turned 36 on Monday, and to celebrate I decided to go to Hurricane Harbor with a few friends, because, clearly, that’s what four...
World Cup o’ Brew
I could go on yet another tear about my limited understanding of soccer. (It’s played with a ball. Sometimes the outcome of a game...
They Playin’ Bas-ket-baaalll
How many Mavs fans are in this city? I ask because I recently became obsessed with Manu Ginobli’s magical passing ability, and I know...
